Car headlights struggle through the dense city traffic, slowed by nearing fenders, bumpers and darting pedestrians. Bakeries and fruit stands come alight. Vendors of all kinds display their wares. On the sidewalks and streets, beggars and boys selling colourful balloons try their luck. In tea houses and cafes, young and old socialise, while others - families - gather at home. A final call to prayer scratches from loudspeakers about the city, past bodies of addicts, warming by fires in the dirt. In this dusty urban darkness all are nearly the same - sharing hours of a Kabul City night.

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